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Various Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No…

I have not hurt her, child!"
"Yes, you have," said Caroline; "look at her nose, that is with putting yourself into a passion about nothing."
"Who said I was in a passion?" cried Marian. "I never said a word; but you are always accusing me of being in a passion."
"Because you are so angry if the least word is said," answered Caroline. "If you had not banged the doll down so, it would not have been broken."
"Oh, very well! if that is the case, the sooner I leave you the better!" said Marian, rising with an air of great dignity, but with a beating heart and flashing eye, and she went away.
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Various Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No…

In the wild solitude of winter I am benumbed, and the tear becomes a pearl, like the closed grief of the ocean. Thus I hang with faint lustre on stones and roots, which look like weeping eyes.
In the spring, when desire rises in every heart, then the tear of the forest flows in pensive joy. I overflow the borders of my course, greeting flowers and grass as far as I can. Often pity moves me; for when the clouds weep rain or the flowers dew, the Woodstream swells. Do you not perceive by the breath of feeling and melancholy which is exhaled from me, that I spring from the heart of the forest.
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Various Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No…

Perhaps I can help you—we have all erred; we should all help each other."
Lenny's heart, that just before had seemed bound in brass, found itself a way as the Italian spoke thus kindly, and the tears rushed down; but he again stopped them, and gulped out sturdily—
"I have not done no wrong; it ben't my fault—and 'tis that which kills me!" concluded Lenny, with a burst of energy.
"You have not done wrong? Then," said the philosopher, drawing out his pocket handkerchief with great composure, and spreading it on the ground—"then I may sit beside you.
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